Knitting Factory 2 (NYC)

Atmosphere, I feel, is a large part of an excellent show experience. I have an underage entrance stamp from my favorite club on earth, the 9:30 Club in Washington DC, tattooed on my wrist. No, really, I do. That club is THAT fantastic.

The Knitting Factory in NYC is not that fantastic. Here are the things that bothered me the most- 1)The bar sucked pretty bad. If I’m going to have to pay seven dollars per beer, I feel I should have a nice solid bar to lean against, maybe a few stools to delicately balance on, a few choices on tap. Nope. NONE of these. Well okay, so there were stools, but the bar itself felt like two pieces of plywood thrown over some sawhorse legs in mom’s living room. And nothing on tap. Bummer. 2) Has the management heard of lighting? I think the only place adequately lit was the stage. How you managed to make your way around any other place was a mystery to me. The balcony level was nearly pitch black, and I tripped about three times on steps halfheartedly marked by glow tape (that didn’t glow very well) on my way to the dressing room. 3) Dressing room sucked. 4) Parking my bike sucked bad, that block of Leonard has exactly three poles. Hope you get to lock to one of them.

One good thing was that the bathroom was a lot cleaner than expected. That’s always nice in music venues. The other thing that was good was the band You, Me, and Everyone we know.

Check out their myspace and purevolume. Buy their cd here. They’re gonna blow up huge in the most gigantic way possible really really soon, so jump on it and say you were one of the first who loved them BEFORE they got on tv and magazine covers.